The bird and I....

A tiny bird crashed in our balcony this evening. And for some reason beyond my understanding the bird instead of flying up , it kept flying straight into the glass. Since it wasnt flying up (like every bird should), it wasnt able to find its way out from the balcony. Now everybody in my family are city people and never care for pet animals. My mom, bro , sis and I kept staring at the bird. In fact my siblings and I kept screaming from the room at the bird to fly up.(Had nothing better to do) After 30 minutes of screaming my mom sigh and get a bowl of rice and water and keep it in the balcony. We end up deciding that the bird can stay in the balcony for the night and we would get the maid ( who comes in the morning) to release it tomorrow.My mom and bro leaves the room. But my sis and I are simply fascinated by the bird. My sis wants to makes friend with it and for me Im trying to think of it from a bird's point of view.

Bird's point of view.....

• Why isnt the bird flying up ? Arent all birds suppose to fly up ?
• Does the birds want to remain in the balcony ?
• Why isnt the bird frightened by the racket we were making in the room. Is our balcony door sound proof ?
• It must be horrible to trapped in a such tiny place when you got the something as big as the sky ?

While Im thinking all these thoughts my sis is making the bird listen to "Reason" by hoobastank. She is also singing it loudly to so that she can makes friend with the dumb creature. By then I have concluded that the bird is obviously dumb to NOT to fly up and prefering the tiny balcony.

My mom shows up in the room. She had to say then " I hope the bird survives the morning heat. You know how hot it gets and since its not flying it will be stuck in the heat. Plus the maid might come late". I look at her with a pleading look and say " Cant you get it out?". My mom says no. My sis refuses as well my bro leaving only me. Eventhough logically its impossble that the bird would die , but I didnt want it to rot in the heat. So then I ask my mom to tie both my hands in shopping bag. As I hate touching strange things from wild. I go to the balcony as if Im going for some war. I was so scared to pick it up ! First of all its a living thing not use to be being picked up, second of all it was so small and what if its hurt itself while i grab it and third of all I would hate being grabbed by somebody ten times my size. My little bro is 4 times my size and I hate it when he grabs my hands to drag me around somewhere. But then I didnt want it rotting in the heat. So when the first time I grabbed the bird it flapped it wings , I screamed for my life. Second time when I grabbed it only flapped it wings once but I was terrified so I let it go. By then I gave up and I told my mom that I cant do it ! My mom told me "If you are brave enough to begin it , you might as well finish it". Those words hit my heart so this time I just caught hold of the bird with one hand and flung it out side the balcony with closed eyes. I prayed that in that one nano second that it doesnt break it's neck from my throwing it but when I opened my eyes, I saw it flying. Some how then it didnt seem so tiny with it wings spread......Hmm and all I would do was smile and be glad that it has found it freedom....Freedom and a flight ? Eventhough it was dumb not to fly up , I do envy its freedom and wings..... even though I would recommend it a brain transplant !